Shadow Empire

Chapter 549 Strategy
The meal lasted more than two hours and it was obvious that everyone had drunk too much.

The most common thing people do when facing adversity is to reminisce about their glorious past, and memories can thus become toxic.

The recollection of the past brought out some true emotions among the three people, including Bandy.

It has indeed been a difficult time for him recently. Whenever he thought of the madness of the five major families in the past, he felt a desire to go back to the past.

But the past is always just the past. Once you open your eyes and sober up, you are back to reality.

After negotiating with the two old guys, they decided to form an alliance to let the younger generation of gangs know who is the ruler of the underworld in Jingang City.

But what Bandy wants is more than just some threatening behavior.

After watching the two guys leave, he returned to the car. Gao Li brought him a hot towel, and he covered his face with it. He felt visibly more relaxed.

"Let's carry out the plan..."

Gao Li nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give the order right away."

Only when the contradictions and conflicts are intense enough can he get these people to join him in "fighting tigers."

Although the nightlife in the city center is not as good as that in the Starlight District, it is definitely not non-existent.

It’s very interesting to say that some people in the Federation have been trying their best to deny classes and the so-called class solidification, but in fact everyone can see that classes do exist.

Including ordinary people at the bottom of society, they can also see the existence of class at a glance.

Some people, as a family or even a clan unit, work hard all their lives but their income is not as much as what some people have when they are born. If you say that these two families are in the same class, I'm afraid even God would laugh his teeth off.

People are well aware of this, so federalists strictly adhere to the class system and class norms.

For example, the middle class only participates in nightlife in the city center and the Prisca district. They rarely go to the Starlight District because the Starlight District is a consumption place for the middle and upper classes.

Even the middle class would feel a little overwhelmed when faced with a drink that costs five dollars a glass.

As for the Bay Area, they would never go there. It was not a place they should go at all. Even just driving into the Bay Area would make them feel a little uneasy.

The consumption level in the city center and the Priscilla district where they live is obviously more than one level lower. They can still afford a glass of wine at one dollar, and spending ten dollars a night is not too much of a burden.

But sometimes there are some middle-class people who go to the Imperial District to spend money.

As the security in the Imperial District continues to improve, the price of alcohol is the lowest in the entire Jingang City. Some middle-class people with lower incomes like this place very much.

A large beer for 25 cents, then find a place to sit down, eat snacks, watch the strippers sweat hard, and then chat and brag with friends.

The tips for a night are only one or two dollars, but they can experience the fun that would cost seven or eight dollars or even dozens of dollars in other places, which is also very attractive to them.

Some bars in Lens have been closed now, but some are still open, and middle-class people come from the city center to consume every night.

They are considered the main consumer group in bars close to the city center. For people in this area, 50 cents from Brother Fei is their limit, but for these people, one or two dollars, or even two or three dollars a day is not a problem.

This is also one of the reasons why Lance wants to take over the city center. Once he can do middle-class business, it will mean that his income will have a qualitative leap.

Of course, this day is not far away. His plan is to get rid of the Kodak family and then bring the Pasreto family together to redefine the rules of the game.

Those who obey can continue to make a living in Jingang City.

Those who disobey must either leave or die!

At around nine o'clock in the evening, there were several members of the Lance family on duty on the street outside the bar. They were responsible for the bar's security and lookout, and were also responsible for the safety of the bar's guests.

Several young people were gathered together chatting. This kind of work was actually quite boring, and each stop would take at least four hours.

There was no entertainment, the streets were dark, and there were not as many people coming and going as during the day. They could only gather together to smoke and brag.

The bar had been open for a while in the evening, and now was the time when it was crowded. From time to time, some people came from the surrounding alleys and entered the alley where the bar was located.

The safety of the Empire District makes the nights here less dangerous. The housing prices here have been rising and are already relatively high in the downtown area.

Many people are looking forward to the future appreciation of housing prices. Some people think that it may become the second middle-class area in the future. People living here are full of hope for this!

Lance had also heard of this saying, but he didn't think it could really be true.

Because there are too many immigrants here.

This is an inherent deficiency. Federalists always say how tolerant they are and how willing they are to accept people from all over the world, but in fact they are more xenophobic than those stubborn countries and nations.

Obviously they are also outsiders, but those who came first always exclude outsiders and even despise and discriminate against them.

If the Empire District wants to become the next middle-class district, it can only be the Empire District unless all the immigrants here move out!
Several white-collar workers in the city center made an appointment after get off work and came here in the same car. They are regular customers here.

They parked their car across the street and walked over. They were not used to it at first, but after doing it many times, they realized that it was not actually dangerous.

Just as they got off the car and were about to embark on a happy night, someone suddenly called them.

"You can't go there."

Several white-collar workers turned to look at the person who was speaking, a guy in his thirties, and they didn't know each other.

"I don't understand, sir."

The white-collar worker driving the car looked at his companion and asked, "Where we go, does it have anything to do with you?"

The man continued shaking his head and said, "We have our own bar over here, you can't go over there."

The driver waved, “You should go see a doctor!”, they said and laughed as they prepared to cross the road, but were stopped by the man.

"I told you that you can't go over there..."

Several young men across the street frowned when they saw this scene. They saw the faces of those people under the street lights and they recognized them.

"It looks like they're in trouble."

Because they were guests of the bar, they cared a little more.

A few young people looked at each other and finally decided to go over to see what was going on.

They crossed the street and came to the sidewalk on the other side. "Gentlemen, what happened? Is there anything we can do to help you?"

The white-collar workers breathed a sigh of relief. They also knew these young men. He pointed at the man who blocked them from crossing the road and said, "This man is crazy. He won't let us pass!"

Several young men looked at the man, "These gentlemen are our guests, you'd better go harass others!"

The young man who was speaking lifted up his clothes, revealing the holster underneath.

But the guy who was looking for trouble was very tough. "You idiots who smuggled here from who knows where, shut your stinky mouths right now. This is not your country where you are so poor that you can't afford clothes. Get out of our country!"

"Besides, this is our fucking territory, you're crossing the line!"

"Don't f*cking show me your Gou Ba, that little Gou Ba can't scare me!"

They didn't react at first, but when the other party said the word "territory", they reacted.

"Fuck, this is the Imperial District!"

Looking at the map, the thick dividing line between the Imperial District and the city center just covers this road.

You can say this is the Empire District, or you can say this is the city center. There is no very clear dividing line.

Many people walked out from the shadows around, holding weapons in their hands, hot weapons, the kind that could make loud noises.

Several young people who were obviously at a disadvantage took a few steps back. They were indeed a bit cowardly, but Lance also said that when facing life-threatening danger, temporarily choosing to give in is not a sign of cowardice.

As long as you can save face, it's a smart choice.

They planned to retreat to the other side of the road and call for help, but the other party obviously did not intend to give them this opportunity. With many black gun muzzles pointing at them, they could only raise their hands.

The first guy came up to them, pulled the weapons out of their holsters, and handed them to the people behind him.

He slapped the young man standing in front of him on the cheek with his palm, "You were really arrogant just now, you know that?"

The young man tilted his head slightly and looked at him, "You are starting a war!" "War?" The man raised his tone slightly and couldn't help laughing. He turned around and looked at the people behind him, as if he had heard a very funny joke, "He said I was fucking starting a war!"

The people behind him also laughed, as if this was indeed very funny.

He turned around and suddenly punched the young man in front of him in the stomach. The punch was so heavy and fierce that the young man covered his stomach and couldn't straighten his back.

He took a step back, stepped forward on tiptoe and suddenly raised his knees, causing the young man to fall backwards to the ground. Then those people rushed over, pinned the young men to the ground and beat them up severely.

Leather shoes of varying sizes were hemmed on their heads and kicked on their bodies. Several young men were kicked so hard that they kept making muffled noises, but no one begged for mercy.

After fighting for three or four minutes, these people stopped gasping for breath. The first man half-extended his tongue against the corner of his mouth, gasped, grabbed his clothes and shook it, then spat on one of them.

"Next time you dare to come to our territory, I will kill you!"

"go!"

Several white-collar workers were so frightened that they stood still and could only watch them leave...

Ten minutes later, seven or eight cars stopped by the roadside with a sizzling sound, leaving faint brake marks on the ground.

Alan got out of the car and looked at the young men who were sitting under the street light, covered in blood after being beaten. He ran his hand through their hair.

He walked back and forth a few steps, then suddenly took a running start and kicked the trash can on the side of the road away!
"Who did it?"

He is in charge of this bar now, and these people are all his people. Since he joined the Lance family, he has never suffered such a loss!
One of the young men wiped the blood off his head and said, "They said this is their territory and asked us to get out of their territory..."

"Fuck!" Alan cursed, "Send them to the hospital."

He walked to a roadside telephone booth and dialed Lance's number.

After all, it was a cross-regional fight, so Lance had to be informed of this matter.

The call was connected quickly. Alan briefly explained the situation, and Lance frowned after listening.

"That sounds a bit unusual." He sat on the couch, with the others sitting next to him.

But he soon frowned again, because in the afternoon Fergal wanted to mediate, but he refused, and this happened in the evening.

Although he thought it was strange, maybe Fergal really was not mentally healthy?
He was silent for a while and lit a cigarette.

I am weighing the pros and cons in my mind.

In fact, no matter how the Kodak family deals with it, they will eventually take over the city center. Even if there are other problems, the city center must be in their hands.

The city center is mainly the territory of the Keane family. In other words, there is an irreconcilable conflict between him and Fergal, and a fight will be inevitable sooner or later.

Now that he is dealing with the Kodak family, will Bandy look for reinforcements?
He thought it was possible. After all, the five major families were seen as one in the eyes of many people, and Lance believed that their continued growth would definitely arouse Fergal's vigilance and dissatisfaction.

Maybe they have already colluded with each other.

No matter what, he will eventually fight with Fergal, so does he still need to endure now?

he asked himself.

In terms of hard power, he was not afraid of these people at all. Some of the refugees were willing to pick up guns and risk their lives in order to survive.

Not to mention that more imperial immigrants and illegal immigrants have come here, so he won't have any trouble finding people to fight for him.

In terms of soft power, Bru has firmly taken control of the police department, and with the help of the State Prosecutor's Office all opposition has been purged.

With the help of the police station, he could beat Fergal and his men so hard that they couldn't change their hands.

Not to mention there is a hidden Ponda.

He is not afraid of these people banding together, so why should he endure it?
He smoked half of a cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray. "Beat him, beat him hard. I'll arrange for someone to come and support you!"

Alan pursed his lips after hearing this. He was a little afraid to move because as a "captain" he had to be responsible for his people.

Directly crossing zones might obviously affect Lance's pace, but he still supported himself.

This made him feel the warmth of family and the care of an elder brother.

He nodded vigorously, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Lance hung up the phone, and Hiram immediately raised his hands, "Me, me, me me me!"

Lance rolled his eyes and looked away from him, so he jumped over to block Lance's sight, "I, I can't sleep at night, so I might as well go out and move around!"

Everyone else looked at him with laughter, and Lance finally agreed, "Okay, be safe."

Hiram patted his chest, "They are the ones who should be careful about their safety, not me!"

Ten minutes later, another seven or eight cars and four vans arrived.

They knew the location of the Fegal family's bar because there was a high overlap between the customers of both sides, plus some other factors, so both sides knew the location of the bars in marginal areas.

The group drove directly to the outside of the bar. The few people who were taking a walk outside the bar hadn't reacted to seeing so many cars coming. Hiram leaned out of the car window, holding his special submachine gun in his hand, grinning and said, "Good evening, damn it!"

Kukukuku's submachine gun suddenly ignited, and the flame from the muzzle instantly illuminated several panicked faces.

At the same time, the gunshots also alarmed the guests who were enjoying their night life in the bar. They screamed, bent over and quickly ran out from their exit.

More than a dozen bar security guards and other people came out with guns, but were beaten back by a volley of bullets.

Although Hiram didn’t quite understand why their resistance was so weak, but... who cares!

After more than ten minutes, he finally felt comfortable, took one last look back at the burning bar, and then got into the car.

The vehicles parked around the bar left quickly and in an orderly manner, leaving only the blazing fire!
It was past ten o'clock in the evening. Fergal, who had been asleep for a while, was woken up by someone. He squinted his eyes and turned on the bedside lamp. He looked at the person at the head of the bed with an uncomfortable and irritated expression, "What the hell is going on that has to wake me up now?"

He was still a little drunk and had a headache from being woken up.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, "It's only fucking ten o'clock, are you crazy?!"

But the man beside the bed was not crazy. He said solemnly, "Our bar was smashed and set on fire."

Fergal was stunned for a moment, and his eyes became clearer, as if he didn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

It took him several seconds to react, "Who the hell did this?"

"do not know……"

"Fuck, which bar?" Fergal sat up and rubbed his cheeks to make himself sober.

"In the bar...over the road."

When he heard the location, his expression became a little strange. "The one next to the Imperial District?"

For some reason, a face suddenly appeared in his mind: Lance!

"Yes, Boss."

He leaned against the headboard and thought for a while, "Go check it out. It's impossible that there are no clues at all. We must find out thoroughly!"

There must be some witnesses to the undisguised action of more than ten vehicles at night. It didn't take long for him to find out the truth: it was Lance who did it.

He called Lance directly and yelled, "Were you deprived of oxygen when you were born?"

"Why did you burn down my bar?"

"I'm telling you, you think you're great, but that's just because you haven't met anyone great. You're in trouble, Lance. You're in big trouble!"

"If you can't give me an explanation, then I'll give you a fucking explanation!"

"Son of a bitch, FaQ!"

(End of this chapter)